The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-09-05
THREE SCORE OF QUEENS
TALMAGE PAYS A TRIBUTE TO
wOMAN'S WORTH,

tive to the Gentler Sex-The Saliva
ton of Countless Men in the Hands
of Their Wives.
THE HAMPToNs, Sept. 4.--The Rev. DR..
I. De Witt Talmages text to-day was from
Solomon's Song, chapter vi, s; There
are threescore queens" Following is the
sermon in full:
So solomon, by one stroke set forth the
imperial character of a true Christian
woman. She is not slave, not hirelng,
not a subordinate, but queen; and in my
text Solomon sees sixty of these helping to
make up the royal pageant of Jesus, In a
former sermon showed you that crown and
courtly attendants, and imperial wardrobe
were not necessary to make a queen but
that graces of the heart and life viii give
coronation to any woman. | showed you
at some length that woman's position was
higher ir the world than mans, and that
although she had often been denied the right
of suffrage, she always did vote and always
would vote by her influence; and that her
chief desire ought to be that she should have
grace rightly to rule in the dominion which
she has already won. | began an enumera-
ton of some of her rights, and this morn
ing | resume the subject
In the first place woman has the special
and the Superative right-not again going
back to what | have already said-woman
has the special and superlative right of bless
ing and comforting the sick
What land, what street, what house, has
not felt the smitings of diseasef Tens of
thousands of sick beds! What shall we do
with them! Shall man, with his rough
hand and clumsy foot go stumbling around
the sick-room trying to soothe the distracted
nerves, and alleviate the pains of the toss
ing patients The young man at college may
scott at the idea of being under maternal
influences, but at the first blast of the ty-
phoid fever on his cheek, he says: "Where
is motherE' Walter Scott wrote partly in
satire and partly in compliment when he
said:
"Oh woman in our hours of ease.
Uncertain, coy and hard to please;
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
ministering angel thou"
think the most pathetic passage in all
the Bible is the description of the lad who
went out to the harvest-feld of Shunem
and got misunderstanding his hands on
his temples and crying out: ''Oh, my head I!
my head!n and they said: Garry him to
his mother" And then the record is: "He
sat on her knees till noon, and then died p"
1t is an awful thing to be i'll away from
home in strange hotel once in a while
men coming in to look at you, boldidg their
hand over their mouth for fear they will
catch the contagion. How roughly they
turn you in bed. How LOUDLY they talk
How you long for the minisf1 ses of home.
knew one such who went away from one
of the brightest of homes, for several
weeks business absence at the West. A
telegram came at midnight that he was on
his death-bed, far away from home. By
express train the wife and daughters went
westward; but they went too late. He
feared not to die, but he was in an agony to
live until his family got there. He
tried to bribe the doctor to make
him live little while longer.
He said: 81 am willing to die, but
not alone" But the pulses fluttered, the
eyes closed, and the heart stopped. The
express trains met in the midnight: wife
and daughters going westward-lifeless re-
mains of husband and father coming east
ward. Oh, it was a sad, pitiful
overwhelming spectacle! When we are
sick we want TO be sick at home
When the time comes for us to die, we
want to die at home The room may be
very humble, and the faces that look into
ours may be very plain; but who cares for
that! Loving hands to bathe the temples
Loving voices to speak good cheer. Loving
lips to read the comforting promises of
Jesus. In our last dreadful war, men cast
the cannon; men fashioned the musketry
men cried to the hosts: Forward, march, p
men hurled their battalions on the sharp
edges of the enemy, crying: 'Chargel
charge" but woman scraped the lint
woman administered the cordials; woman
watched by the dying couch; woman wrote
the last message to the nome circle; woman
wept at the solitary burial attended by
herself and four men with a spade. We
greeted the general home with brass bands,
and triumphal arches, and wild huzzas; but
the story is too good to be written any
where, save in the chronicles of heaven, of
Mrs Brady, who came down among the
sick in the swamps of the Chicbahominy; of
Annie Ross, in the oper-shop hos
pital; of Margaret Breckinridge, who
came TO men who had been for weeks with
their wounds undressed-soIne of them
frozen to the ground, and when she turned
them over those that had an arm left waved
it and filed the air with their "hurrah p
of Mrs. Hodge, who came from Chicago
with blankets and with pillows, until the
men shouted: "Three cheers for the Chris
tian Commissonl God bless the women at
home, then sitting down to take the last
message: ''Tell my wife not TO fret about
me, but to meet me in heaven; tell her to
train up the boys whom we have loved so
well; tell her we shall meet again In the
good land; tell her TO bear my loss like the
Christian wife of Christian soldier ;'-and
of Mrs Shelton, into whose face the con
vaescent soldier looked and said: 'Your
grapes and cologne cured me.n Men did
their work with shot, and she'll
and carbine, and howitzer; women
did their work with socks. and
slippers, and bandages, and warm drinks
and Scripture texts, and gentle strokings of
the hot temples, and stories of that land
where they never have any pain. Men
knelt down over the wounded and said: "On
which side did you fight" Women knelt
down over the wounded and said: "Where
are you hurt2 What nice thing can | make
for you TO eati What makes you cryln To
night while we men are sound asleep in our
beds, there will be light in yonder loft!
there will be groaning down that dark
alley: there will he cries of distress in that
cellar. Men will sleep, and women will
watch.
Again: woman has a superlative right 10
take care of the poor There are hundreds
and thousands Of them all over the land.
There is a kind of work that men cannot do
for the poor. Here comes q group of little
bars-f foot children TO the door Of the Dorcas
society. They need TO be clothed and pro
vided for. Which of these directors Of
banks would know how many yards IL
would take TO make that little girl dress!
Which of these masculine hands could fit
hat to that little girls head' Which OF the
d, wise men would know how TO tie on that
new pair Of shoes! Man sometimes gives